Real-J-S.O.U.L.

Real - J-S.O.U.L. I had this little bad thing something like them Ten’s; She gave a n**** mad brain something like the wiz; but you see the sad thing f**kin with her is; the chick ain’t even have brains dumby like a b**ch. So I tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are; and where we’ve come and how we still have to go really far; like baby look how we live broke on the boulevard; but all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra; and all I really want is for her to go down low; before you know it she wet enough to get drown slow; And all that deep sh*t I was previously down for; replaced by freak sh*t I am currently down for; you see I peep that p**sy is power; that proud feeling we get knowing p**sy that is ours; and how it feels to feel that feeling you feeling when you be drilling that sh*t; got her saying you be killing that sh*t; and all the pain the world cause she be healing that sh*t; and naw that aint your girl dog but you be feeling that chick; and you just wanna tell her everything she might need; she say wanna blow L’s I hear her and Im willing; but every time I smoke well a ni**a mind gone; so that every word I spoke well im tryna put her on; but she couldn’t hear me; I told her all about how we been living a lie; And that they all love to see us go to prison or die; Like baby look at how they show us on the TV screen; But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans; And all I really want is for her to get on top; Before you know it she workin jerkin it non-stop; And all that neck sh*t I was previously talking; Is now that wet sh*t that I’m currently lost in; And while that sweat drip I am reminded; All the times my brother told me that p**sy is blinding; I’m finding the more I grow the more yall seem to stay the same; Don’t even know the rules but you all try to play the game; And aint it shameful how n****’s blame hoes for giving birth; To a baby that took two to make, coward n**** you a fake; How you go look in your sons face and turn your back; Then go start another family dog what type of sh*t is that; She said its ok, rub my head and tell me to relax; Laid a n**** down proper like she was recording tracks; Said I know you want to change the world but for tonight please; Just reach over and hit the lights please; For now everything just seems so right; And how you make the darkness seem so bright; I’m feeling like things gon be alright; I had this little bad thing something like them Ten’s; She gave a n**** mad brain something like the wiz; but you see the sad thing f**kin with her is; the chick ain’t even have brains dumby like a b**ch. So I tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are; and where we’ve come and how we still have to go really far; like baby look how we live broke on the boulevard; but all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra; and all I really want is for her to go down low; before you know it she wet enough to get drown slow; And all that deep sh*t I was previously down for; replaced by freak sh*t I am currently down for; you see I peep that p**sy is power; that proud feeling we get knowing p**sy is ours; and how it feels to feel that feeling you get when you be drilling that sh*t; got her saying you be killing that sh*t; and all the pain the world cause she be healing that sh*t; and naw that aint your girl dog but you be feeling that chick; and you just wanna tell her everything she might need;